Myla heard excellent things about McDOMald's. It sounded like the hottest thing in existence -- a fast "food" restaurant that served D/s to its patrons instead of food. They served all kinds of kinks -- hypnosis, degradation, latex, rope and shibari, body worship... the list went on and on. It was all staffed by hot dominatrixes, along with a few switches who would occasionally serve as additional subs in a scene. Myla had always wanted to go. It was a dream of hers since it opened three years ago -- so much that one day, she impulsively poured money into an express train ticket to get there before closing.
    There was a small problem, though. At McDOMald's, only D-types were allowed to order for their subs. It was just protocol -- it made perfect sense. Myla had two conundrums. One, she didn't have a D-type. She looked and looked and looked, but the Domme shortage was no joke.
    Two -- she was the biggest submissive to ever walk the planet.
    Myla didn't have a single dominant atom in her. In fact, she couldn't even service top for a former Domme of hers who happened to be a switch. She was far too deep in the hole of keysmashing and pleading face emojis to even consider Domming anyone, ever.
    But she was a half-way decent liar, for better or worse. So she'd be able to pass as a switch, easily, and order for herself. Myla looked at the menu ahead of time and decided her order would be the "double degradation with bondage/discipline." As long as she could pass as a switch, she'd be fine and get what she wanted. Without breaking the rules.
    Right?
    After a walk that was way too long -- god, why did she wear high heels today? -- she made it to McDOMald's. It was in kind of a remote part of the town she journeyed out to. No matter -- that's probably so they'd stay out of sight of people trying to shut them down. Despite taking the express train, she got there fairly close to closing time. Thankfully, that also meant there wasn't a line and the couple in front of her was finishing up. Myla strutted over to the cashier, and immediately felt her switchy mask starting to crack.
    The woman in front of her looked more like a goddess than a cashier. She had long brownish-red hair, was wearing an evening dress made of latex, and donned killer makeup with winged eyeliner and bright red lipstick. Her name tag read "Katherine" in a fancy font. Myla subtly gulped, melting in this gorgeous woman's presence. Katherine looked like the ideal Domme in every way, shape and form.
    Myla began to realize this may be harder than she thought originally.
    "Hello," Katherine spoke in a sultry voice. "My name is Katherine, this is McDOMald's. How may I help you, dearie?"
    Myla blushed wildly. Her face was beet red. "Uh, I'd like--"
    "Sorry, lovely," Katherine interrupted. "Did you not read the rules? Only Dommes are allowed to order for their subs. Do you have a Domme with you?"
    "H-huh?" Myla's head almost burst. She saw through Myla that easily? Surely she put on a better front than that, right? "N-no! I'm a switch! So... I can order for myself, right?"
    "Mm," Katherine hummed, though it was clear she didn't believe Myla in the slightest. "Alright, Ms. Switchy. What would you like?"
    Myla internally sighed with relief. "I-I'd like... the double degradation, with, um, impact play?"
    "Certainly." Katherine opened the door leading into the back. "Come over, dearie."
    "Um, right now?"
    Katherine smirked wider. "Right now? Of course, when else, you silly ditz?"
    Myla stammered. The degradation was already starting?! And how did this woman know that ‘ditz’ was the word Myla would always melt for? Before Myla could ask any other questions, Katherine continued with the stream of insults. “You really waltzed on in and thought, any other time? What did you think coming to McDOMald’s would entail? Silly, silly girl. Come right around now, if you would.”
                Myla flushed an even brighter shade of red. And then she obeyed. After all, Katherine was a tall, dominant, snarky woman – the kind of woman Myla always fell head over heels for. Even if she wanted to disobey – which she didn’t – the commanding tone that Katherine used ordered obedience. Myla had no choice. Katherine opened up the door, signaling Myla into it as if she were some kind of pet or animal. She followed Katherine in.
                Katherine, without wasting even a single moment, slammed the door shut. Myla squeaked as Katherine grabbed Myla’s hair and forced her down to her knees. The taller, much more powerful woman looked down at the squealing sub in front of her.
                “Stupid subby girl,” Katherine clicked her tongue. “You really thought you could pass off as a switch? You, of all people?”
                Myla paled. “How… did you know?”
                Katherine chuckled, as she began rummaging through her belongings. Myla could see she was looking through a drawer filled to the brim with impact toys. “How did I know?” she repeated in a high-pitched mocking tone. “It’s written all over your face, dear. The way you speak. The way you conduct yourself. You’re the most subby lady I’ve ever come across.”
                Myla whimpered. This woman was really not cutting corners when she ordered the double degradation.
                “Look at you, whimpering like a plaything. And obedient playthings like you know better than to break the rules, yes?”
                “Y-yes, Miss,” Myla spoke softly. Her eyes went wide as Katherine pulled out a handful of impact toys – a heart shaped wooden paddle, a purple cat-o-nine-tails, a dragon’s tongue, and a small but sharp cane. Katherine surely wasn’t planning to use all of those on her… was she?
                “So why,” Katherine growled, her voice becoming much more demanding as she inched closer to Myla’s face, “did you even think of breaking the rules here?”
                “I…” Myla looked away from Katherine. The Domme didn’t like that; she grabbed Myla’s chin and forced her to face her new Domme. Myla’s voice became much more subby and whimpering than before. “I-I, I, uh, I dunno, Miss.”
                Katherine scoffed lovingly, releasing Myla’s chin. “Undress everything except your lingerie, then. On your hands and knees.”
                Myla was about to ask more stupid questions, before she just complied. That’s what Katherine probably wanted, after all. And besides, Myla had been a bad girl who just broke the rules. Even her previous Domme had taught her better than that. She undressed everything except her cute pink lace bra and delicate white silk panties. Her panties were noticeable drenched, and anyone could see that from a mile away. Katherine’s smile curled into a smirk as she saw it. Myla knew she was being laughed at. And she loved it.
                “So, since you were so disobedient, I’m adding something to your order. You wanna know what it is?”
                Myla glanced up with wide, submissively perfect eyes. “W-what is it, Miss?”
                “Hypnosis.”
Myla raised an eyebrow. “Hypno…sis? Is that, like, real?”
Katherine chuckled. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me after I’m done hypnotizing you? It’ll basically start with me waving my pocket watch in front of you, telling you to sleep – thus putting you in a trance. Then your mind is mine to fill full of suggestions and wants and kinks. But first: Since we support healthy communication and consent at McDOMald’s – do you actually want to try it?”
Myla choked. That didn’t sound real, but she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t deathly curious. Physical kink – things like impact and bondage – was always hot. But she was a big slut for degradation, obviously. So maybe she would like hypnosis more than she thought. Either way, it wasn’t like she’d be able to get back to McDOMald’s anytime soon, let alone place an order on her own. She might as well give it a shot… “Okay,” Myla nodded with a nervous smile on her face. “I’ll – I’ll try it.”
Katherine returned to her less serious, more mocking face. “Of course you will! Even before hypnosis, I’m already turning you into a dumb hypnoslut.”
The subby girl flushed even brighter. “But before we do that,” Katherine interjected, “Why don’t I teach your ass a lesson with these fun toys I’ve pulled out? Tell me, Myla – which one do you want me to use the least?”
“Um…” Myla sweated, eventually choosing the cane. She’d never tried a cane before, but she remembered a friend telling her how stingy and harsh they were. “T-the cane, please.”
“Well, since you said please,” Katherine started. The wave of relief Myla almost felt crashed when Katherine added, “then I’ll start with it first!”
Myla couldn’t protest – nor did she want to – in time before the first blow landed. She seethed. In addition to Katherine’s playful cruelty towards her new submissive, she was also a hard hitter. Myla cried out in pain at the second strike, gripping her hands into the carpet as her eyes welled with tears. Whenever Myla expected the blow to land on one cheek, it landed on the other, intensifying the sensation of pain even further. Katherine was unrelenting in her funishment. Myla’s body shook in pain – but she loved it. She couldn’t lie and say she didn’t feel like she didn’t get what she came for.
Midway through, Katherine subtly switched out the tools of pain, and began hitting Myla’s ass with the wooden flogger. It seemed like that’s what she was going to stick with, but just as Myla got remotely used to the sensation, the cane came back. Every time she didn’t expect it, it hurt much more. Myla was panting, and sobbing, and drooling onto the floor. Her entire body racked with pain. Once again, Katherine switched out the toys. Myla began to expect two sets of toys, unable to tell which ones, but not expecting the ones Katherine chose at any point. Katherine was cruel. And yet, in a way, she also seemed committed to giving Myla the best possible experience. Myla could feel her ass turning bright red from all the caning, spanking, and flogging.
“I know how much this hurts,” Katherine started as she landed yet another blow with the cat-o-nine-tails on her ass. “And I want you to know you deserve every slap, every blow for lying to me. Lying to your Miss! And with such an obvious lie, too. You really are a silly, stupid girl if you even think for a second you could pass as a switch. I mean, look at you. You’re whimpering and crying just from a few blows. I can practically see the look on your face, begging for more. So silly. So stupid. Such a dumb, horny idiot.”
Myla whimpered even harder at the degradation. She could feel her clit twitch even harder. Katherine was right – she wanted more, more, more. Myla was the most hopeless, needy, desperate submissive she knew, and that was saying a lot. It was obvious. She was horny. She needed this – she needed Katherine to beat and insult her into submission. For as long as Myla could tolerate. And she could tolerate a lot.
Eventually, though, Katherine pulled back, putting the weapons of ass destruction away. She walked around and smirked down at the shivering, stammering submissive put back in her place. “There we go. Isn’t that much better, plaything?”
“Y-yes, Miss Katherine,” Myla whimpered, struggling to even look her Domme in the eyes.
“So now you know better, than to waltz up to me and say ‘oh, I’m totally a switch, yeah!’” Katherine grinned, imitating Myla in a mocking tone. “But I’m not done. No, your funishment is far from over. So after beating your body into submission, now I need to take your mind and make it mind as well.”
Before Myla could ask anymore questions, Katherine pulled something from the pockets of her pants. It was a pocket watch – a rather intricate one, at that. It all but glowed in the light of the room, with shimmering gold and silver hues around it. Myla could hear the ticking from inside, and already she felt submerged by it. Pulled in. Entranced. Engraved on the back was what was presumably Katherine’s initials. Myla didn’t even notice herself drooling looking at it as Katherine held it a little above Myla’s eyes. Myla had to strain her eyes just looking at it.
“That’s it, plaything,” Katherine cooed. “Just keep your eyes nice and still on the pocket watch. I’m going to swing it back and forth a little, and your eyes are going to follow. All you’ll care about is staring into the pocket watch, and listening to my voice.”
Myla nodded. That was easy enough. The only ‘complaint’ she may have had was how high the pocket watch swung – it hurt her eyes only a little to look at. Maybe if she closed them, it would feel better… but no… she had to watch. Watching the pocket watch was Katherine’s order. And Myla was a good, obedient sub for her Miss.
“There you go,” Katherine purred. “As I keep swinging this pocket watch in front of your face, you’ll just notice your breathing. Your muscles. And you’ll notice how they… slow. How your body relaxes. And as your body relaxes, your mind goes deeper into trance, and as your mind goes deeper into trance, your body relaxes some more. Because you don’t have to worry about anything else. Your only job – your only responsibility – right now, is to watch. Listen. Obey. I’m your world to you right now, Myla. And that’s just how it’s meant to be. You see, subby girls like you don’t get to lie or pretend to be Dommes. They just obey. They just serve. And that’s what you want. To obey and serve me. And the best way for me to ensure that happens is to take your mind for myself. After all, needy little things like you can’t be bothered to think clearly. So I’ll take your mind, and make it more obedient, more subservient, more… more mine.”
“Yes,” Myla drooled. Her eyes slowly slid shut. Watch the pocket watch… Listen to Miss… obey… serve… Her own thoughts slowly came to a halt, replaced almost entirely by Katherine’s suggestions.
“Good plaything. Yes, that’s it. Repeat after me. Listen. Obey. Serve. Listen. Obey Serve.”
“Listen… obey… serve…” Myla repeated sleepily. Those words made sense to her. Nothing else in the world mattered, at that moment. Only listening, obeying, and serving. Why did Myla think anything else mattered beforehand? Listen. Obey. Serve. Those three words were all that Myla needed to know.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well for me, plaything. You’re such an obedient submissive. Isn’t this much better? Isn’t serving and obeying your Domme much better than playing make believe? Isn’t it much better than lying?”
                 Myla nodded gently. Yes. This was much better than pretending to be a switch. She couldn’t even remember why she thought she would ever pass as one. Katherine was so right, so… correct. Her Domme knew what was best for Myla. And right now, what was best for Myla meant listening, obeying, and serving.
                “You look so cute like this, do you know that? On your knees, eyes tranced, drooling like a slut… but I know what will make this hotter.”
                Before Myla could softly ask a clarifying question, Katherine leaned into her face with a wicked grin. “A leash.”
                Myla, being too entranced to protect, only noticed from a distance how Katherine slid a collar onto her neck, clamping it in place. The collar was light pink with red and purple hues, and spiked studs. On the center of the collar was a hoop for fingers or tags to go through – or leashes, which Katherine promptly used it for. Within less than a few seconds, the already hypnotically bound Myla was now physically bound to Katherine’s dominant hand as well.
                Katherine gave the leash an experimental tug, lifting Myla’s face up to face Katherine’s. “You’ve always known this, Myla. Your life’s purpose is to serve. Specifically, to serve me, as my loyal submissive. But moreover than that – I’m going to give you an even better purpose. Do you want to know what it is?”
                Myla nodded, eyes glazed over, looking softly towards Katherine’s eyes.
                “Your new life’s purpose is to join the team here, and be our submissive. Not just mine – no, I’ll be your primary Domme, the one that gets to boss you around and collar you and brainwash and spank you – but you’re going to spend your days available to every Domme and switch here. You’re going to be used for scenes if someone wants an extra submissive. You’re going to be used when any number of us want to use your body, or your holes, for stress relief. Doesn’t that sound fun? A life of being used as a plaything by anyone who wants a turn with you?” Katherine tugged the collar up, forcing Myla’s chin upwards. “I think for someone as desperate and needy as you, it’s a perfect life.”
                Myla, even in her trance, could feel the weight of Katherine’s words on her body. Her clit twitched even harder, her lingerie and even her pants completely drenched in sweat and arousal. She couldn’t even respond. All she could respond with was essentially a verbal keysmash.
                “Sounds like you enjoy that possibility,” Katherine smirked. “I’ll ask you again just to be sure when I wake you up… but for now, for being so good for your Miss, I think a reward is in order.”
                Myla gasped as Katherine loosened her grip on the leash. Katherine, her hand still absentmindedly grabbing the leash, looked through the drawer once again. Soon enough, she pulled out something quite tantalizing and arousal-inducing – a high quality magic wand. Katherine moved over back to Myla, grinning down at her. “Stand up, plaything, and sit in that chair over there. Pants and panties down.”
                The subby, shivering girl immediately obeyed. She threw off her pants and panties as quickly as she could think, plopping herself down in the seat. Her large clit twitched violently, even more so as Katherine turned the magic wand onto the third highest setting.
                “Are you ready?” Katherine asked with a smirk, tugging the leash once again.
                “Yes, Miss,” Myla responded. Her tranced voice didn’t quite capture how thrilled she was. Any last of Myla’s thoughts were short circuited when Katherine moved to her side, placing the tip of the wand on her clit. Myla let out a loud, long, indecent moan as Katherine moved the magic wand here and there. Myla melted into the seat, moving her clit even harder onto the wand. Her brain began melting out of her ears, both from the trance and the sheer pleasure of the wand. Myla’s eyes welled up with tears and she began sobbing in pleasure as Katherine cruelly turned the wand to the next setting.
                Myla’s head felt heavy. It moved to the side, her eyes wide and her mouth panting. Listen. Obey. Serve. Listen. Obey. Serve. Her legs twitched, lowering her body deeper onto the wand. Myla clutched the edges of the seat hard. Her body was shutting down, its energy being replaced with nothing but pleasure and arousal.
                “I’m sure you’re asking yourself, ‘am I allowed to cum?’ And I’m here to tell you that yes, you are.” That sentence sounded kindhearted, before Katherine leaned into Myla’s ear and added, “because I’m going to make you cum over and over and over again, until you beg for it to stop.”
                Myla’s eyes widened even further. She was so close. Katherine turned the wand onto the highest setting, rubbing it in even larger circles around her clit. Myla couldn’t think. All she knew was pleasure. Her brain was chanting the word ‘cum’ repeatedly, but for some reason, she couldn’t quite yet. She needed something else.
                “I know what you’re thinking.” Myla couldn’t believe that sentence. Could Katherine actually read her mind? Or was Myla that predictable? “You’re an open book, but like a comic book at a second grade reading level. You want me to degrade you more. Well, I’m happy to oblige, you dumb, stupid insult-slut. Are you proud of yourself? I mean, look at you. You’re a needy, begging plaything who wants nothing more than to cum and be owned and bossed around. It’s so pathetic. So sad. Well, at least you have a smart, bright lady like me here to do all the thinking for you.”
                “Yes…” Myla gasped out. “Yes, please…”
                Katherine chuckled. “You love this. You love this so much. You love being talked down to, degraded, and treated like a fucktoy. Well, I love doing those things to you. I can’t wait to make you mine – and I can’t wait to see how everyone else gets their hands on you. You were made to be used. You were made to be fucked and embarrassed. Are you proud of that? Are you proud of yourself?”
                “Yes, yes, yes,” Myla pleaded. “S-so… so proud…” She couldn’t think of many other words for a worthy response. All she could think about was cumming.
                Katherine smirked cruelly. “Good. You may start cumming.”
                Myla gladly took the offer. Her entire body convulsed with her first orgasm, thrusting her hips back and forth into the magic wand. Her juices squirted everywhere, all over the toy, and all over Katherine’s hands. Not that either of them minded. Cum, cum, cum. Myla could hear her brain begging harder for release. Myla couldn’t believe how much she had came. And she wasn’t done.
                Well, she was done with her first orgasm. But Katherine hadn’t had enough yet. She pressed the vibrator even harder onto Myla’s cunt, and Myla was forced into a second orgasm. And then a third, even more agonizing orgasm. Katherine just kept overstimulating Myla, either uncaring about or reveling in the way Myla’s body thrashed and pleaded and went into overdrive. Myla couldn’t even speak anymore. Her ability to think was long gone, too. After her sixth or seventh orgasm – Myla couldn’t even count anymore – Katherine finally took the wand off of her cunt. She looked down at her new ruined submissive and her dreamy, blissed out face and smiled.
                Katherine held her fingers in front of Myla’s face, and snapped. “Release.”
                Myla came to, out of her hypnotic trance. The way her body felt hit her like a truck. Myla blinked, reorienting herself to the room. She stretched her arms, yawning and sighing in bliss. She looked down at herself, at all the cum on her legs and on the seat. And then she looked up at Katherine. And she smiled.
                “How are you feeling, dear?” Katherine asked, stroking Myla’s hair.
                “Wonderful, Miss,” Myla smiled. “That was everything I expected. And so much more.”
                Katherine smirked. She helped Myla get her panties and pants back on, offering to let her use the employee shower if she so chose. Myla graciously accepted the offer for later. Right now she just wanted to bask in Katherine’s arms, and soak in the love for her new Domme. She was happy. She couldn’t remember being this happy for a long, long time.
                “So. Now that you’re no longer hypnotized or in subspace, I should ask again,” Katherine started. “Would you like to work for us as our office’s plaything?”
                Myla didn’t even have to think twice. “Yes, of course. I’d… I’d love that.”
                “Me as well.” Katherine hugged Myla tightly. “Let’s get to that, but before then, I think some aftercare is in order. How do you feel about movies, blankets and ice cream?”
                Myla’s face lit up again. “I’d love that. Thank you, Miss.”